“A man that said I sold beef that hadn't 'airy brand of mine on it. Now that was a hell of a thing to say of a man who's always tried to act right and square.”
“Who was it?”
“Which he knew it was a lie, and you know it was a lie, Benny.”
“Who was it?” repeated Rogers.
“Chesney.”
“Did you kill him?”
“I dunno. Hope so,” said Tom indifferently. “I didn't wait to see, I just pushed out for here.”
“And they'll be pushing after you.”
“I reckon that's so all right, as soon as they can get together a posse.”
“I can't have them find you here, Tom,” said the colonel. “You know there's a limit—”